Friday, April 04, 2003

* Is this broken? Did

* Is this broken?  Did you touch my phone?

* I don’t think it’s broken.  But yeah, I used your phone.

* What did you do to it?

* I didn’t do anything.  It works great.  I locked the keypad.

* You did what?  I told you not to fuck with my phone, didn’t I?

* I didn’t fuck with it.  You can just unlock it easy.

* I don’t know what you’re talking about.  All I know is my fucking phone’s not working and you’re the last one who touched it.

* You just lock the keypad so you don’t accidentally dial in numbers when the phone is in your pocket.  It’s, like, protection.  Just hit 1-2-3.

* Just shut the fuck up.  I don’t even understand you.  I keep my phone in my purse, Craig.  And it’s brand new and now I can’t use it and you’re why.  And I told you - I told you - not to fuck with it.  Isn’t that what I said?

* I didn’t.  It’s fine.  1-2-3.

* Don’t make me get into this here.  It’s getting so it’s hard to trust you anymore.  You know?

* Yeah, okay.  I’m sorry.  I fucked up the phone.  Let me fix it and make it up to you.  I won’t do it again.

* Fuck you.  Fuck off.  Now I have to take this piece of shit back.  Sometimes I don’t know what to do with you, Craig.